Shot Caller (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro] This is the remix, this is the remix, this is the remix This is the remix, this is the remix, this is the remix Drop that shit, homie [Skit: Al Pacino from Scarface & Aasim] You wanna play games? Okay, I play with you, come on (I know it's been done, but it's so appropriate right now) (DJ Far) Okay, you wanna play rough, okay? (Let's go) Say hello to my little friend [Verse] Get rich or die broke If I don't get rich, I'ma blow up a buildin', shoot at the Pope Stand at the Devil's front door and check my coat This the poor man's blues, hungriest shit I ever wrote I could predict the weather, Aasim's reign of terror Evеry bar is a lifeline, I will remain forеver The point I'm tryna prove is I could give a fuck less 'Cause I'm fucked up in the left lane, speedin' to success All I want is the wealth, you niggas fight over what's left Just a bunch of niggas with feelin's like you got A-cup breasts And there's no sweat off my brow, you learnin' that lesson now Any studio with a mic and I'm burnin' that session down My only true religion is Cuban with crucifixes In them Spike Lee Nikes, scuffed ever so slightly Hunger pains in my veins but my jeans cut precisely While you blog 'bout you don't like me, your girl's doin' me nightly Wow, what a way to brush you off lightly Now you lookin' upset, Aasim is a big threat While you makin' it rain, I'm at the Liberty, gettin' your bitch wet Calm down, tough guy, who are you tryna impress? If this is a scare tactic, your hashtag has failed You tryin' to box with God but you lookin' a little frail And it's a little late to be even a little jail I been around, homeboy, my track record could sell I shit on your LP, I shoot through your LV Logo, homo nope, I'm not a gangsta I'm a grown ass man, you a Jonas fan So what's that old 50 song? Oh yeah, "Wanksta" You a fuckin' wanker And you ain't been to London so you don't understand him Me, I wrote hits, bitch, you ain't wrote shit, bitch I don't think my shit stink but I think I'm the shit, bitch And I'm done with you clowns I either go the distance or end you in one round I don't wanna be king, I'm not the son of no crown But I bodied this like all the rest, gun shot, man down